Something Worth Dying For Novels & Stories

"Especially then. Because some things are worth dying for. Rights. Freedom. The principle that power does not make you worth more." "We fight not because we will win. But because not fighting means we have already lost." The settlements prepared for war. Enhanced versus natural. Modified versus organic. Future versus tradition. And no one knew who would win.

"That's the one kind of respect I've ever trusted. The kind that tells you you're wrong about something. I had it from her for a single afternoon, and I'll miss it the rest of this life." Someone in the ring made a sound. The scout. Edda's sister, her jaw set hard against it, and it got out anyway. "They didn't die for me," Amara said... harder now, pitching it to reach past the grief to the thing underneath it. "I need that understood, because some of you are telling yourselves they did, and that story will rot you from the inside out. They didn't die for a marked soul, or a prophecy, or a girl who climbs walls. They died holding a line so the rest of us could keep standing. That isn't dyin

My strength was slowly starting to drift away, but I kept myself upright, like I had something to prove. “What does it matter?” He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing in irritation. “Because I need to know if it’s worth dying for.” I wasn’t the kind of person who could be a willing prisoner. Instead of surrendering, I’d much rather die. Maybe it was my family bloodline or my Italian roots, but I was the most stubborn woman on the planet. I’d rather die for what I believed in than submit to anyone. He shook his head slightly. “You’ve always been a crazy bitch.”

He lay on that hospital bed, barely breathing—and all I wanted was to save him. Just like he had saved me when I was seventeen. Even if it meant embracing the darkness. Even if it meant free-falling into the abyss. I'd choose him. Again and again. A thousand times, without hesitation.

It is a double-barreled pepperbox comes with a gold metal grip, with expensive decorations and a standard barrel, which could be ornamented. I stood there hearing gunshot, screams people yelling. At this point I wish I could disappear. “I wish you were here Jacques.” I whispered. I miss my brother at times of anxiety but most importantly I wish Jerald was right next to me until we find a way. If he doesn't come back? I swear to God I won't be able to forgive him. I'd be losing my husband, my business partner, my dominant and Sir. I can't lose him.Guess it's true, huh? You don't know how important something is until you almost lose it. Because I just noticed today that Jerald is important.

That I have to fight for the little honour left of me. If I die today. I will make sure the show is worth it. Let the fight begin!

Racing through the night toward answers that might save us or destroy us. Either way, I had to know. Had to see what was worth killing for. Dying for. Faking death for. And pray I could control it before it controlled me.

A woman asked. "You all won't get it,you don't know True like I do,he's a true gem, he'd never break my heart like that. He knows when to keep fighting and when never to give up on something,he's the one I owe my life to"Grandad said. "He isn't picking up,maybe he went home to go shower"JoJo said,in my favour. "True has been through so much,he's tougher than you all think, that's why he's a..."

“I don’t deserve to live when they can’t.” “So you’re going to let this all be in vain?” Laurence knew she was getting somewhere when she didn’t respond. “You need to live and figure this out for them. What use was any of this if you’re all dead? All of this would have been for nothing.” “You don’t know anything.” “Then tell me what you think I have wrong, because I’ve lived this life and I know that this is toxic. It ruins how you feel about yourself and it will sabotage every relationship you have.”

We stood at the top and looked at it. "Well," Jeremy said. "Well," I said. "Worth it," he said. "Worth it," I agreed. We stood there for a while. Then we walked back down. There was work to do in the morning. There was always work to do in the morning. That was the point. That was exactly the point.